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We are being radar scanned.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

Gabrielle, don't get interested in Stringfellow Hawke.

There's no future in it for you or any woman.

You've got to get to Libya.

That's Khadafy's sand pile. He doesn't like us, String.

In the desert, a body like this would wither and die.

After a few hours with such a body, what would it matter?

We've got 48 hours to recover Airwolf

or they're sending in the Marines.

Chain guns 1 and 2.

Set.

Turbos 1 and 2.

In the green.

Main rotor torque.

In the green.

I don't believe you people.

You haul my butt out of bed at midnight.

You fly me off to only God knows where to see some lousy helicopter,

and there's not even any cream cheese.

It's not a lousy helicopter, Senator.

It's Airwolf.

Well, whatever esoteric name you hang on it,

it's still an overgrown beanie with a propeller,

eating its way through somebody's budget.

I hate bagels without cream cheese.

It's a mean-looking bird, I'll give you that.

Who designed it?

The pilot. Dr. Moffett.

Moffett?

Moffett. I know that name.

Your cream cheese, Senator.

The damn stuff is pink.

It's, salmon-flavored.

Only in California.

Red Star Control. Airwolf

all systems are go.

Airwolf, Red Star Control.

You may clear the defense area.

How fast is that bird?

We don't know yet. So far,

it's only slightly exceeded the speed of sound.

No helicopter can fly faster than sound.

Airwolf can.

Basically, Airwolf is an aerodynamic lifting body

with a twin turbine-driven rotor system

capable of propelling it to 300 knots.

In other words,

it's a fast, twin-engine jet chopper.

One can express it in those terms

except this jet chopper can disengage its rotor system

and ignite these 2 additional turbines.

9.6 seconds after ignition,

Airwolf can exceed Mach 1 from sea level to 65,000 feet.

The crew consists of

an in-flight systems specialist

in the electronic data command center

to monitor turbine temperatures,

fuel and lubricant pressure, rotor synchronization,

all on board flight systems.

The 2nd crewman

is a counter-measure specialist.

His primary M.O.S.,

is to suppress, neutralize, or destroy

any weapons threatening the integrity of Airwolf.

He also has a duplicate flight system control

in case the Aircraft Commander becomes incapacitated.

And finally, the Aircraft Commander,

who's responsible for positive flight control,

target acquisition, and weapon system selection.

The latter offers him 14 firepower options

ranging from 30mm cannons to nuclear-tip Shrike missiles.

In other words, Senator,

Airwolf is a Mach 1-plus chopper

that can kick butt.

If Airwolf can "kick butt" like she says it can,

you've developed yourself a tactical weapon.

But that's not the Firm's mission.

No, sir, it's not.

But when the project started 20 years ago

after the Bay of Pigs,

the Firm's priorities were a little different.

Then as the years went by…

The project grew.

Now you've got topsy, what are you gonna do with her?

You can only keep the lid on testing and development for so long.

And if the Firm puts Airwolf in the field,

it'll leak to Congress in a week.

And they won't take kindly

to the Firm's developing secret tactical weapons.

That's why the Firm would like to

turn this prototype over to the Department of Defense

and let them take credit for it.

In exchange for what?

Reimbursement of development costs

and the first 5 Airwolfs off the production line.

Talk to me in dollars and cents.

$1 billion, Senator.

Give or take a few cents.

Red Star to ground leader, stand down.

To demonstrate Airwolf's tactical capabilities

it will penetrate a typical Soviet defense zone,

the type used around their ICBM sites,

their military command posts

and communication installations.

Simulation has a way of

always making the test vehicle look good.

That defense zone

is filled with Soviet equipment

and manned by personnel who know how to use it.

This isn't a simulation, Senator.

Those guns out there are loaded.

Airwolf. Red Star Control. You have a go.

He's gone.

Dropped below the radar.

He'll use the mountain range to block our defense radar

until he can exceed Mach 1.

After that,

he can penetrate the defense zone from any point on the compass.

Holy...

We have a visual sighting.

Grid Whiskey Lima 5.

Penetration track indicated.

Speed, Mach 1 plus.

No shots fired.

I'll be damned!

He busted right through the Russkie's front door without a scratch.

Not quite.

The computers have Airwolf's point of penetration into the defense zone.

They can interpolate his most likely approach to the target area

and deploy TU-36 helicopters to block the canyons.

He'll have to climb out of the canyon.

That would put him on S.A.M. radar.

He has no choice.

I have a heat-seeker on our 6.

I.F. suppressor on.

Still closing. Popping a sunburst.

He got past ‘em. He's not on radar.

He's done it.

It's not over yet.

Unless your Dr. Moffett's a fool,

all he has to do is stay in those canyons

until he reaches the target.

A passive defense mechanism might force him up.

What the hell is that?

Wires!

We have radar contact. Stand by to launch missiles.

Damn it.

We're being radar-scanned.

Jamming.

Launching missiles.

I have 4 incoming radar-controlled missiles.

3 are off target.

1 is on our track at 10 miles and closing.

Missile impact, 12 seconds.

Hold heading and deploy the ADF pod.

ADF pod undeployable above 300 knots.

Reverse thruster engines. Stand by to reengage rotors.

Thrusters reversed. Speed, 700 knots.

Missile impact in 7 seconds.

Rotor reengaging. Speed, 400 knots.

Missile impact in 5 seconds.

375… 350… 325…

4 seconds.

325.

3 seconds, 2 seconds…

Pod deploying.

My God, they've blown him away.

Not quite, Senator.

Dr. Moffett, this is Senator Dietz.

I want to congratulate you

on the most spectacular weapons demo I’ve ever seen.

I'd like to shake your hand.

You already have Senator, on Project Proteus.

Proteus?

That was at White Sands in the '70s.

I trust the Senator remembers me.

Well, it was a… it was a long time ago.

Yes. The Firm has shown great confidence in my ability

to… to change.

I'm sure that trust is well-founded.

Not really.

It's perfect.

Nothing is perfect.

Not even this.

Well, I don't know what can be wrong with this.

We're here.

Stringfellow Hawke.

Gabrielle.

Hello.

Where's Marella?

Oh… sick leave.

Sorry.

This is a nice wine.

It's a Montrachet, isn't it? '79.

It's been a long time.

2 years.

I have a job for you.

'78.

Oh, I didn't know that '78 was still…

I already have a job.

This one pays $1 million.

Half now, half on delivery.

Of what?

Airwolf.

Moffett stole it 5 weeks ago.

You blew it.

Hindsight is a wonderful gift, Mr. Hawke.

You scared the eagle.

I what?

Flying in, you down-drafted an eagle.

I'm sorry.

Tell that to the eagle.

I wasn't expecting company. I'll get another trout.

God, he's infuriating.

Only because he likes you.

Moffett probably flew it south through Central America

then jumped from Brazil across the Atlantic

to North Africa.

Same route we used to ferry planes in World War II.

It took 2 weeks

of concentrated satellite surveillance

to confirm Airwolf's location.

It's in Libya.

Khadafy's got it.

Great. That means so do the Russians.

Not yet.

So far, he hasn't even let them take a look at it.

Khadafy's keeping it for himself.

Why don't you just blow it up instead of stealing it?

Can't. Moffett's erased the Airwolf program from the Firm's computers.

And it's gonna take a new development team,

even working with the old subcontractors,

an estimated 5.3 years

to build a new prototype.

This reproduction, it's really excellent.

I saw the original in Paris at the… at the Impressionist Museum.

No, you didn't.

What's the Firm's position on Moffett and the crew?

If you can, bring him out with you.

The other 2 aren't important.

And if I can't?

Use extreme prejudice.

I saw the original in Paris 1 month ago.

No, you saw a copy.

Are you trying to tell me this is the original?

So how do I go in?

As a petroleum engineer from Mirabelle Oil.

It's a French firm,

but most of the technicians are Americans.

Once you land in Tripoli,

our operative there will help you.

The carrier Enterprise

will be standing by in the Gulf of Sirte.

You probably won't have to fly

more than 200 miles to get there.

Yeah, through Khadafy's army, navy, and air force.

At least it's not the Russians.

It's their equipment.

But the Russians aren't manning it.

You don't know that.

We have people in there, Hawke,

and they've reported the equipment is being manned by the Libyans.

Besides, you're being paid $1 million.

Hell, how much did Moffett get?

Probably $5 million.

And I get $1 million?

One usually has to pay traitors more than patriots.

Moffett didn't do it for the money.

Neither will I.

I want Sin Jin.

You're not serious?

God, you are.

Hawke, he's been an MIA for 14 years.

The odds your brother's alive are 10,000-to-1.

Well, if he is dead

at least bring his body back.

I got a job flying in the morning.

You'll find blankets in the window boxes.

It gets kinda cold around dawn.

Good night.

I don't think he'll pull this off.

He can. The question is, can we?

Stringfellow.

You startled me. I couldn't sleep.

I was looking at your collection.

It's incredible.

I thought I heard you moving around up here

and just wanted to talk.

Just about the art.

How anyone could have put together a collection like that.

It's fantastic.

I'm sorry.

I guess it's none of my business.

You didn't come up here to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Don't.

This is what you came here for.

No. No.

Archangel's worried I won't take the assignment.

You're here to sweeten the deal.

You're wrong.

Well, you're a liar.

You didn't come here to talk about art.

Yes, I did.

Maybe not totally,

but I didn't come here for Archangel.

A liar's a liar.

And a whore's a whore.

Damn you.

You're too late.

God already has.

Gabrielle.

My Grandfather collected the art

for my Grandmother.

The money is unimportant to him.

That's right.

Good morning.

No. He won't accept that. He'll demand hard data.

We'll have to inform the President.

Eggs?

Oh, no. Coffee, please.

Absolutely not.

Is he up yet?

Left a couple of hours ago.

If the committee has a better idea,

I'm listening.

I'll be on blue channel till 08:00.

The committee is going to blow this one.

I can feel it.

I don't think Hawke's going to do it.

What makes you say that?

I talked to him last night after you went to sleep.

Come on. It's too early in the morning

for incriminating looks from the boss.

Gabrielle,

don't get interested in Stringfellow Hawke.

There's no future in it for you or any woman.

Why not?

When he was 12,

he and his parents were in a boating accident on the lake.

They drowned.

Just before he shipped out to Vietnam,

he and his girlfriend were in a car crash.

She died.

In Nam,

he and his brother went down in the same mission.

He got picked up. Sin Jin didn't.

Stringfellow is afraid

that anyone he loves, or might love, will die.

That's why when he was so cold to you yesterday

I knew he liked you.

How's that for some paperback psychology?

Makes sense.

Everyone he loved can't have died.

There is one who's survived.

Up to now, anyway.

And cut!

I am not going to let

that stupid jackass kill himself

with my equipment.

He can't talk to me like that. I'm the star.

Blaze is right, Santini. He's the star.

If he wants to kill himself, he can.

Well, fine!

Then let him use one of your cars,

not my helicopter.

I thought we already had this worked out, Mitch.

Listen, now. Maybe Santini's right, Blaze.

I mean, we are talking about life and limb here.

Now, wait a… wait a minute. You guys listen to me.

Mona Kahn heard

that I was doing my own flying in this flick.

She's here to film me for her TV show.

Well, I wonder how she heard that.

She heard it because I did it before.

I mean, I flew a hang glider in… in… in Winds of Oahu.

I flew a Navy jet in Wings of Gold.

You had a Navy pilot with you.

He told me I flew it!

He… he said I was a natural,

he said that I hardly had to touch the stick.

And besides, Hawke has been letting me fly for 3 months.

I've been backing you.

What does he mean by that?

He means he's been on the controls

correcting Blaze's mistakes.

But I've been up there

doing it for the cameras, and I'm gonna do it for Mona!

Either that or you can use your… your choppers

to haul tourists around Disneyland.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Now you listen to me, Mr. Movie Star.

Dominic.

What?

If the man says he can fly, let him.

I'll ride shotgun to make it legal.

But if you do that,

Mona will think that you're flying.

I won't touch the controls.

If you do…

You've got my word on it, Blaze.

To tell you the truth, Mitch,

I thought your star had finally put it in the fire.

Blaze? Come on, he's a straight guy. You know that.

Oh, yeah.

So what's the other guy doing in the chopper?

Hawke? Strictly for insurance purposes.

We could never get coverage on Blaze

for something like this.

See, Hawke's hands and feet are off the controls.

Ready?

You're the pilot.

Right.

What's wrong?

Not enough left pedal.

That's too much left pedal.

What's that stunt called?

Well, it… it doesn't have a name.

You don't normally see that

unless you've lost a tail rotor.

There he is.

Hawke, I'm gonna land now.

You're the pilot.

You can back me a little if you want, Hawke.

Where is he?

There!

Hawke!

What is that?

A hammerhead stall.

Is it safe?

I don't know.

I've never seen a helicopter do one.

I always did say you had a lot of guts, Blaze.

Moffett, don't do this.

Leave him alone.

Stop it! This is perverted.

There's nothing wrong with a little perversion, Mark,

just so long as you don't hurt yourself.

Look, 2 out of 3 isn't bad.

Dr. Moffett,

you are looking more and more like an Arab

with each passing day.

Actually, I am getting more and more bored.

I think I would like to go to Tripoli tonight.

Whatever you desire, Doctor.

Perhaps you could do us a favor first.

Our beleaguered freedom fighters in Chad

are being assaulted

by the most brutal and barbaric weapons

in the imperialistic French arsenal.

Their reputation for life…

What exactly is it

that your leader would like me to do?

To remove a French Mirage or 2 from the sky.

Oh, really? Is that all?

For now, Doctor.

Very well.

At least it will relieve the boredom.

Excellent, Doctor, excellent. I am curious.

What would happen if a bullet were to enter the intakes?

Nothing. I deliberately designed them with armored mesh shields.

And the windshield is bulletproof,

and the body armor-plated.

What is your point, Major?

My point, Doctor,

is that in the desert we have a saying,

“A lion can be killed by the jackal,”

“if the jackal knows where to bite.”

Where does a jackal bite a wolf?

Come here.

Just here. This is the, mid-air refueling intake.

Now, one bullet up there,

and the whole thing would blow up.

But not, I guess, today.

You are insane, Doctor.

Actually, no. I'm just quite bored.

I have a target bearing 052 relative.

Angels 5. Speed, 400 knots.

Is your radar searching?

Stand by, 1.

Negative radar search.

What type aircraft?

Scanning.

Got it. It's a Mirage.

Bring the attack computer online

and stand by for turbo ignition.

Target at 7 miles, bearing 050 relative.

Still at Angels 5.

He doesn't see us.

Deploy the ADF pod.

Deployed.

Now hold it right there.

Thank you.

And that, gentlemen,

is another victory for Khadafy's revolutionary forces in Chad.

I'm sorry about that, Dominic.

For what? Losing that job?

Hell, I ain't had so much fun

since your Dad took old Purdy up in his P-40.

We were ferrying them, see, over the hump to Chennault.

The Firm's got a job for me.

I thought you quit flying for them.

They're going to go after Sin Jin.

Don't do this to yourself String.

You don't love your brother any more than I do.

If I thought it'd help,

I'd go to Nam and hunt for him myself

But it won't.

He's gone and you've got to let him go.

Like I did.

Dom, I need your help.

Doing what?

Well, for starters, you've got to get to Libya.

Oh, sure, I'll just…

Libya? Hey, that's Khadafy's sand pile.

He doesn't like us, String.

We don't like him, either.

Will you do it?

Well, let's see.

Tony Boswick's got a charter

flying oil rigs to Libya from England.

I could probably fly co-pilot on one of his flights.

Sure, I can do it.

Hey, but why can't I go with you?

I don't want the Firm to know you're backing me.

I am liking this less and less.

What're we gonna do? Kidnap Khadafy?

Nothing that simple.

Archangel wouldn't let them take it.

He didn't want the Firm to take your art,

but the committee overruled him.

Why?

You turned down $1 million. That made them nervous.

In exchange for Sin Jin.

Well, that frightened them even more.

They're not even going to try, are they?

The Firm will do all it can to find your brother.

They're concerned you won't take the mission

till they have something tangible.

They can't wait.

You're the only man besides Moffett who's flown Airwolf.

You're the only one who has a chance to get it back.

Why didn't Archangel stay to tell me himself?

He was called back to Washington.

Besides, I was always the one who was going to brief you.

Maybe.

Maybe he knew I'd take him apart.

Did Tet put up a fight?

No.

Smart dog.

I don't understand what you Westerners see

in women with such skinny bodies.

In the desert,

a body like this would wither and die

in a matter of hours.

After a few hours with such a body,

what would it matter?

I want her.

That will be difficult.

We believe she is an American spy.

Perhaps I can question her for you.

I could do that.

Of course, Brother Khadafy

was most pleased

with your exploits this afternoon

against the French on behalf of

our beleaguered freedom fighters in Chad.

Your destruction of 2 French Mirage fighters

will be told about in the camps of our people

until the desert sand turns to water.

But it's still not enough to pay for her.

There are many women here who are just…

What is?

An American destroyer.

Done.

Her name is Angela.

She is a dancer at the Red Castle.

You're not listening, Stringfellow.

She's our contact in Tripoli.

Where does Archangel get them?

He found me when I was 15.

That was a rhetorical question.

According to Angela,

Airwolf's located

along the coast west of Tripoli.

We have reason to believe

it's been used against the French in Chad.

A Mirage fighter was shot down yesterday

over the desert there.

Sit down!

Hand me that net.

It's beautiful!

About 3 pounds.

Now put it back.

It's… beau… I couldn't eat that.

It's beautiful.

You can't kill it.

Put it back, okay?

Please.

You're eating the poor thing just to spite me.

I suppose you think I'm being stupid.

I know people eat fish. I eat fish.

It's just that trout was very beautiful.

Yeah, I think I understand.

Do you?

Well, you just like to eat ugly fish.

I don't know. Maybe that's it.

You know, like sole.

You know, sole has 2 eyes

on one side of his head. That is an ugly fish.

Yeah, I like sole.

And pig.

That's not one of God's most beautiful creatures,

but I bet you like pork.

Yeah, pork's okay.

And lamb?

Yeah. I love lamb.

Cute, cuddly, woolly little lambs.

You know, anyone who would teach a dog to…

Another fishing boat. 12 o'clock.

We are being radar scanned.

Able to absorb 93% of the signal.

It's American Naval frequencies.

The radar is emanating from a Knox-class destroyer.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

It's an American destroyer, Moffett.

Bring a Bullpup on the line.

For God's sake, Moffett, they're Americans.

Missile is 5 miles from target.

4 miles…

3…

2…

1…

The missile is detonated.

That was lovely.

You know, it's obvious you studied with culture.

You seem to know everything about me.

No, I don't.

I knew you played the cello well.

I didn't know you serenaded eagles.

I'm trying to get her to trust me.

To make her understand

I won't hurt her if she gets close.

String,

if you don't teach that mutt to keep out of my way,

so help me, I'm gonna land on him!

You know, I wouldn't want to tell anyone

where to land.

And you could've given me a hand.

He's not big on helping hands.

But I am.

Hey, let me take one of those.

No, no, no, no, no.

I… I don't believe in women's lib.

Excuse me?

I… I like…

I like the sexes the way God intended them.

The way God intended them?

I wouldn't press him, Gabrielle.

You won't like the answers.

Well, I guess I'm old-fashioned,

but, that's my privilege, right?

Right.

So long as you've got some red meat in there.

Oh, I got steaks, and chops, and burgers, and all of it.

Well, Tet and I end up eating most of them,

but, we keep hopin'.

Bless your heart.

I haven't had anything but vegetables for 6 days.

6 days?

I was beginning to feel like a carrot.

You could have been a beautiful fish.

Cute.

Hey, Dom, I think I found a canyon

deep enough to do that crop duster chase.

For Bellisario's film.

It will only take an hour or so.

You wanna fix dinner?

Sure.

How do you like your steak?

Oh, no, no, no. Count me out.

I'm headin' for the field just as soon as we get back.

Just put on 2.

2?

Yeah, 1 for Tet and 1 for you.

Oh, yeah, and…

and catch me a trout.

Nice meeting you, Gabrielle.

Yeah, you, too, Mr. Santini.

Well, how do you like your steak, Tet?

I like her, String.

A little skinny maybe, but I like her.

Yeah, she'll be thrilled to hear that.

Yeah, but don't tell her the skinny part.

Did you get in touch with Tony Boswick?

Get in touch?

He kept me on the phone for over an hour.

From England, yet. And with me payin'.

He remembered the time

that he and your Dad and I got drunk in Towbridge

after the Schweinfurt raid,

and we stole a pig from a nunnery.

We took him back to the field,

fed him 8 boxes of prunes, and locked him

in General Baxter's office,

overnight.

Well, the next morning, that office was…

I guess you had to be there.

When does Boswick's charter fly to Libya?

Every Friday.

He's gonna have his engineer call in sick

at the last second and I'll replace him.

But he can only pull it off once.

More than that,

the Libyans will get suspicious.

Once is all we'll need.

I'll fly to Tripoli a week from Wednesday.

If you come in the Friday after that,

it will give me 2 days to set things up.

I'll meet you in a club called the Red Castle.

The Red Castle. Okay.

How long till we get there?

About an hour.

This is it. Valley of the Gods.

Even the Indians don't come up here.

Can you blame 'em? It's cold.

There's always a little snow up here,

even in summer.

Sure would be a bad place to go down.

They'd never find you.

That's just what I'm looking for.

Some place to get lost.

Well, I've got that.

How far down does it go?

I don't know. I never hovered into it before.

Thanks, Dom. it's perfect.

Anytime, String, anytime.

Hey, Tet.

You tell her how you want your steak?

That smells so good, I'm almost tempted to…

Hope you don't mind.

Since you don't eat meat,

I didn't want it to go to waste.

Where's Gabrielle?

I sent her ahead.

We're moving up the timetable.

4 hours ago, one of our destroyers

went down in the Gulf of Sirte.

The press is being told

that a missile went off in the magazine.

That it was an accident. It was Airwolf.

Damn it.

The President used slightly stronger language.

We've got 48 hours to recover Airwolf

or they're sending in the Marines.

The Russians have a missile task force

shadowing our carrier group in the Med.

If we invade Libya,

chances are it'll mean World War III.

Damn, that was a good steak.

There's our ride.

I've got 10 hours to get you to Paris

to catch a flight to Libya.

I'll have someone stay here to watch the place,

take care of your dog.

Tet takes care of himself.

Why'd you leave Gabrielle here last week?

To brief you.

What about my art collection?

I'm sorry about that, Hawke.

I told the committee it was the wrong thing to do.

I might have taken it out on her.

You didn't, did you?

No.

I saved it for you.

Stringfellow Hawke?

Strip out of your clothes, please.

Your flight suit, take it off.

We only have 16 minutes.

Your name is Michael Derrick.

I was briefed as Dr. Ted Burger.

Dr. Burger was to go to work next Wednesday.

The Firm had to pick another man

on this flight.

As near as we can tell,

Michael Derrick has never gone to school

or worked with any of the other passengers.

As near as you can tell?

10 hours is rather short notice, Mr. Hawke.

Follow me, please.

He's been working

in a remote section of Argentina for 5 years

and went to college in Australia.

I don't think you'll run into anybody

who knows him.

I've had his background capsulized in story form.

Chapter 10.

Try to read it before you speak to anyone on the plane.

Latin Lovers?

I told you, I only had 10 hours.

You've 40,000 francs, a driver's license,

girlfriend's photo, love letter from her

and 10 minutes to catch your flight.

Thank you.

I was able to get clothing in your sizes.

Of course, it's used.

Even the underwear, I'm afraid.

I never wear underwear.

You're on Air Libya, Flight 2.

One more thing.

Angela is dead.

How?

We don't know. Her family simply received

a wire notifying them of her death.

We're hoping it was an accident.

Hoping?

If the Libyans made her and she talked,

they'll know I'm coming.

We don't think they do.

You don't think?

There was no time to check.

All we could do was to send in another operative

who was familiar with the situation.

What other operative?

Is this one a spy, too?

Probably. She was supplied

by the same theatrical agency as Angela.

Angela was very fragile.

This one appears to be a little more substantial.

Are you going to be questioning her?

Eventually.

Perhaps I could be of help.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What the hell are you doin' here?

My job.

It was Angela's job, too.

I know.

The girls said they found her in the desert.

He tortured and killed her,

the same as he did to those other girls

at White Sands.

You were right about Moffett.

It wasn't the money.

He stole Airwolf so he could come here

and do exactly what he wanted with women.

Probably.

If I see him, I'm gonna kill him.

Where's Airwolf?

It's at Kafir.

That's Khadafy's summer palace

on the coast.

Mirabelle has an oil pumping station

next to it.

Angela arranged papers and a truck

for the 2 of you to get in.

Here's the address.

There are guns under the seat.

I'll meet you there by 2:00.

How do I get from the pumping station

into the palace?

Along the beach.

What do you mean "I"?

We're in this together.

You're on the next Air Force flight out of here.

The hell I am.

I can fly Airwolf, you can't.

Either you're on that flight, or I am.

You're not serious?

Stringfellow, I'm not like the others.

I'm not going to die on you.

I'm gonna live to be an old woman,

130, easy.

I won't die, I promise.

Damn you.

I didn't mean that.

I know.

I know.

I'll go.

If you don't come back, I don't know…

I always come back, Gabrielle.

That's the problem.

Hey, mister.

Wait a minute. Hey, hey, hey, it's me.

You weren't supposed to be here till Friday.

Then I'll go back.

Hold it. Police.

Well, I caught the news about that destroyer.

I figured Airwolf might be behind it,

so I flew out to the cabin and found Tet

makin' eyes at some cute little thing in white

who said she was house sittin' for you.

Didn't take a genius

to figure out what happened, you know.

How long have you been here?

A couple of hours.

I hung around in the club for a while,

but too many guys started asking

too many questions.

So I decided to stay out in the alley.

You always did like to take the back way out of bars.

It's nice to see you, too, Dom.

You think you can get this thing started?

Hey, piece of cake.

You sure are confident.

The keys are in it.

And you know something, String?

I could've sworn one of those dancing girls

was Gabrielle.

It was.

She going out with us?

Ahead of us.

You know, girls didn't move like that

when I was young.

Dom…

Boy.

Of course, there was this one that we met in Brazil in '43,

your old man and I.

…she could vibrate like a jackhammer.

And she was as cute as a bug in a rug.

Your old man thought that…

Dom, just start the car.

Sure, sure.

Like I was sayin', your old man thought

she was the greatest thing since peanut butter.

Of course, he hadn't met your Mom yet.

Anyway, we had 48 hours before jumpin' off for Africa

in a couple of B-17s we were ferryin' to Rabat,

when all hell broke loose.

Drop your hand.

I can't see a thing.

Name.

You have my passport.

Name.

Gabrielle Ademaur.

Occupation.

God, I don't believe this.

Just answer my question.

I'm a hoofer.

A hoofer?

Yeah, it's a dancer.

Gabrielle.

If that is your real name…

You're damn right it's my real name.

We know you are a spy for the Firm.

Oh, God.

You people, you are really paranoid.

Just because I'm American

doesn't mean I'm a spy, okay? I'm a dancer.

I'm under contract to Mirabelle Oil.

I'd like to see someone

from the American Embassy now.

There is no American Embassy in Tripoli.

Then I'd like to see someone who'll listen to reason.

Perhaps I can be of some help.

Background Eagles airborne.

Altitude established 4,500 - heading 040.

Angels 10, heading 170.

Straight at the Libyan coast.

You trying to egg them out?

There's no need for that, sir.

If your boys don't get that chopper

in 4 hours,

our boys go in and blow it away.

Our "boys," Captain, include women,

1 of whom has already given her life

on this mission.

I'm sorry, ma'am. It's just a figure of speech.

Eagle patrol at angels 40.

Eagle, 180 video.

It's funny, isn't it?

All this… this hot sand and yet

you can… you can see the blue waters

of the Mediterranean

just a few miles away.

Would you like a little?

Yes, I'd like a little.

A little you shall have.

Hey, what the hell is it?

A TU-36 Dodger. It's Russian-made.

You see those air-to-air missiles?

You know, String,

in the past 2 hours we've seen tanks,

anti-aircraft guns, SAM missile sites,

and now a gunship.

You wanna check it out?

So do I.

Try French.

Buon giorno.

That's Italian.

I don't speak French.

Si.

The papers are for next Saturday.

Grazie. Grazie molto.

Molto gentile.

See, everybody speaks Italian.

Yeah, except me.

If you and Sin Jin had only studied Italian

like I asked you…

But, no, you got a hard head.

Dom.

You are very beautiful.

Well, perhaps not at the moment,

but you can be again.

The water is so blue, so cool.

Would you like me to take you to it?

We could… we could be there in 10 minutes.

But that would be cruel.

The Mediterranean is very salty.

Where's Gordon?

Come on, Chuck.

You can't just swim, eat grapes,

and play around all the time.

What's the matter with you?

I just talked to Captain Ben Mofta.

He said Moffett has… has that dancer

from the Red Castle

staked out to a sand dune somewhere,

torturing her.

So what? She's nothin' to us.

Well, she is to me.

Of course, there is still time

for me to save you, Gabrielle.

I mean, you may scar a little,

but isn't that better than dying?

Would you like me to save you, Gabrielle?

Moffett?

He's inside.

You were told to stand down.

Check flight.

Just a minute.

Start the engines.

Charles, why do you have your helmet on in this heat?

Lift your visor.

"Start it," he says.

Lift your visor.

Give me the chain guns and the ADF pod.

Offensive weapons panel. Right rear!

Guns 1 and 2.

Set.

God in heavens!

See anything?

Nothin'.

But I ain't sure I'm workin' it right, either.

Tracks.

Hey, String. I got it workin'.

Yeah, I can see real good.

Hey, I… I can see…

Oh, my God.

Bring the canteen in the port storage bin.

Gabrielle.

Oh, easy, baby, it's over.

String.

It's okay. It's gonna be all right.

String.

I was going to call, but Moffett…

I know.

I understand.

I wanted to see the eagle.

You will.

I remember you and the eagle all the time.

All the time.

Gabrielle.

Gabrielle.

No.

She promised me, damn it!

She promised me.

String, it's done.

I'm afraid we've lost him.

He definitely cleared Libyan airspace.

2 F-14s from the Enterprise were escorting him back

when he disappeared.

I don't give a damn what the committee thinks.

This time we're gonna do it my way or you can

kiss Airwolf goodbye permanently.

Could we borrow one of your F-14s?

The committee finally saw it my way.

Where did you hide it, Hawke?

In the mountains? The desert?

At that junkyard Santini calls an airfield?

I know he was with you in Libya.

It'll be our little secret.

But you've got to return it

or they'll throw you in a hole so deep,

it'll take sunlight a month to reach you.

It's wired.

If I don't make a phone call every 24 hours, it's a goner.

I told the committee you'd do something like that.

And I told you I want Sin Jin.

The President is very upset

to say nothing of the Joint Chiefs of Staff,

the Secretary of Defense,

the FBI, the National Security Council,

hell, probably the Boy Scouts.

But the only one not upset is me.

We built it, lost it, recovered it.

Well, sort of. You were working for us.

And now we've lost it again.

Hell, even if you were to give it back,

there's no way

the President would ever let the Firm use it.

I'm not giving it back.

At least, not for this.

I know.

But, Hawke,

as long as you've got Airwolf,

Uncle Sam's minions

have to keep looking for your brother.

They also have to try to get it back from you.

That's just the way the game's played.

So?

The Firm can help you,

let you know what the other agencies

are doing to entrap you,

supply you with funds, lots of things.

In exchange for using Airwolf on official business.

Well, it's the only way we're gonna get to use it.

And probably the only way you won't get caught.

Here's your ride.

I always said

you had better ears than a snooper mike.

Well,

think about it.

Then give me a call.

Did she suffer?

What difference does it make?

Damn it!

I sent her out there, I want to know.

No.

No, she didn't suffer.

Thank God for that.